Are you refuge, are you support? Do I shelter under your protection, or do you buoy me upon the waves?
Do I go to find you, or do you come to me even before my need?
Must there be division? Maybe I go to you equally as you are already there for me. Maybe you are everywhere already.
Let me see you, even in the shadows at the edges of my quiet rooms. Nowhere do I need go to find you.
(Letter #2,991)
Daily Letters to God 